XX.

	Meantime the cause of all this sad dismay.
	The favour'd youth, what could have kept him back?—
	But who might follow that eventful day
	His loves' and leave takings' laborious track!
	Within a tall arm-chair, in vesture slack
	He sat at ease, most gracefully reclin'd;
	His right leg o'er the elbow dangled, black
	He frown'd, and seem'd with an unquiet mind
	To read a billet ne'er for other eyes designed.